This is a song about "Mark 2"

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

I know a little betty from downtown

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

Although thought that we would grow

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

All you need is a little spark to make your mark